Checking In

Dane

"What is it?" Lila asked, her voice shaky.

"No one should have this number except John, and that's not his number," Dane said faintly.

They both stared at it. He considered not answering it, just throwing the phone out of the window and getting the hell out of here, but he knew it would just torment him, not knowing who'd found him already.

So he swallowed, prayed, and hit the button to accept the call. "Who is this?"

"Dane! My, you've been a busy boy."

Dane's head dropped. "Felix." Lila took his hand and squeezed it.

"Yes! Ten out of ten."

"Drop the clown act, Felix. What do you want?"

There was a hesitation on the other end, then, "I've just had to extricate your brother from your Penthouse, and call in far too many favors to do it. I'm calling to make sure you're really leaving?"

Dane waited… then frowned. "Is this a joke?